This is actually not my story, but my best friend's story. Every year the old theater in New Bedford used to host UMass Dartmouth's annual Rocky Horror Picture Show Halloween production. So my friend is there with her friend, and she's a wee bit buzzed at the time.

So they get to "Sword of Damocles" and out comes Rocky. Actual (dyed) blonde hair, actual build, and so on. He goes for his run, and my friend, who is sitting on the aisle, jumps up in front of him and just screams "God I wanna fark you!" He looks at her confused for a second, not having heard what she said over the music, and keeps going on the run.

Flash forward to almost three years later, and my friend's dating this guy we'd been hanging out with at UMass. They're exchanging stories about crazy things they've done, and she tells him the story. Then he tells the story back to her.

We ended up playing "Sword of Damocles" and "Time Warp" at their wedding, the rest of the family loved it.

When I was in rehab a few years ago for a broken hip (among other broken things,) one of the PTs had me doing some exercises. She said, "okay, now step to the left." I said, " No, that's not right. It's a jump to the left and a step to the right," and proceeded to do the Time Warp. Hurt like hell, but it was worth it. All she could say was, "Oh...You're one of those."

I already knew all of the songs before I ever went to the show because my mom (a child of the 60's and let's just leave it at that) had the albumn and I would play it a lot when I was a teenager. She would not take me to actually see the movie so when I turned 18 I decided to go see it one night.

I called my buddy, one of the nerdiest kids I know --who actually wore those thick black glasses --and asked him what he was doing at midnight. He said nothing, and so I said "We're going to a movie. I'll pick you up". So we went. He had no idea what movie we were going to see.

This was in the Prudential Town Center outside of Detroit about 25-30 years ago. They had a pretty active crowd. Tons of rice and such being thrown around, the whole nine yards. A good show, unlike some of the tamer ones I have been to since.

So we watched the movie and my friend had never seen anything like it before in his life. We had a blast and hung out after the show at a White Castles (which became a post show tradition) since it was the only thing open.

We ended up going over 100 times after that.

Somewhere around the 20th time my mom brought me home a pair of tiny gold lame' shorts that she found in a thrift shop. I bought some used hightop shoes and spraypainted them gold. The theater said you had to wear a shirt, but an ACE bandage was good enough for them and so I started showing up dressed as Rocky. (I had enough of a body at that point to pull off Rocky. Today, not so much....)

We went every Friday and Saturday night as regulars, bringing along an even increasing amount of friends. I even managed to find a "groupie" my friend nicknamed "plastic fark doll" who could do some amazing things. The time she handcuffed me to a steering wheel in a church parking lot at 3:00am is a different story...

One day a friend bought an entire shopping bag of rice, opened it up in the front row, and declared war on the audience before the movie had started. It was a Saving Private Ryan moment of Rocky Horror fandom.

My mom and her friends decided to go one night which was particularly embarassing as I'm strutting around in gold booty-shorts yelling "Asshole!" every time Brad comes on screen. I sat on the other side of the theater and I think she was as happy about that as I was.

The gold shorts ended after two guys decided one day that they wanted to have them as a trophy. They chased me around the theater, out of the theater, and across the parking lot. I frantically made it into my car and locked it before they could aquire their gold lame prize. After that I was too afraid to wear them anymore.

All and all I lost track of the amount of viewings at 117 and I estimate I went about 125 times.

Spent a lot of my Saturday nights in the mid and late eighties at the Eighth Street Playhouse in Greenwich Village seeing RHPS. The guy who MC'd at Eighth Street, which is sadly history, was Sal Piro, who's still the president of the RHPS fan club. This is where all the audience participation stuff got started. Halloween was LEGENDARY. As a straight movie, it's cute, Tim Curry is great but it does drag in a lot of places. The soundtrack, though, still holds up after all these years and every once in a while I get an itch to go see it again in the theater just because it was always so much fun.

/"It's no crime to give yourself over to pleasure."//"IT IS IN NEW JERSEY!"

I already knew all of the songs before I ever went to the show because my mom (a child of the 60's and let's just leave it at that) had the albumn and I would play it a lot when I was a teenager. She would not take me to actually see the movie so when I turned 18 I decided to go see it one night.

I called my buddy, one of the nerdiest kids I know --who actually wore those thick black glasses --and asked him what he was doing at midnight. He said nothing, and so I said "We're going to a movie. I'll pick you up". So we went. He had no idea what movie we were going to see.

This was in the Prudential Town Center outside of Detroit about 25-30 years ago. They had a pretty active crowd. Tons of rice and such being thrown around, the whole nine yards. A good show, unlike some of the tamer ones I have been to since.

So we watched the movie and my friend had never seen anything like it before in his life. We had a blast and hung out after the show at a White Castles (which became a post show tradition) since it was the only thing open.

We ended up going over 100 times after that.

Somewhere around the 20th time my mom brought me home a pair of tiny gold lame' shorts that she found in a thrift shop. I bought some used hightop shoes and spraypainted them gold. The theater said you had to wear a shirt, but an ACE bandage was good enough for them and so I started showing up dressed as Rocky. (I had enough of a body at that point to pull off Rocky. Today, not so much....)

We went every Friday and Saturday night as regulars, bringing along an even increasing amount of friends. I even managed to find a "groupie" my friend nicknamed "plastic fark doll" who could do some amazing things. The time she handcuffed me to a steering wheel in a church parking lot at 3:00am is a different story...

One day a friend bought an entire shopping bag of rice, opened it up in the front row, and declared war on the audience before the movie had ...

Sounds like you might have lost your virginity that night in the parking lot